STOP Cutting Poem

I'm 14, I don't really know what to do anymore. Everyday the pain inside is worse than my cuts. But poetry kind of replaces cutting sometimes. Thank you.

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Poetry does replace cutting sometimes. Since I started writing I don't cut half as much as I used to. Only sometimes the pain inside of me is so, SO much! Every time I reach for my blade I...

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Behind The Mirror

Published: June 2012

Behind the mirror is a girl
Who looks a bit like me
But I'm a bit more real
And darker inside, see?

She smiles, you would never guess
That inside she cries
And screams and screams in silence
As she lies and lies

Her skin is scarred like mine
With deep rivets in her arm
The freshest one day old
Such a cause for alarm

But no one seems to see
Or hear her as she cries
As each day she withers
And ever slowly dies.

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by Betty, OH
6 years ago

Poetry does replace cutting sometimes. Since I started writing I don't cut half as much as I used to. Only sometimes the pain inside of me is so, SO much! Every time I reach for my blade I swear it's the last time. But seriously, doesn't EVERYONE say that?
I figure, split the difference. Either the cuts will kill me, or I can turn around and face my problems and they can kill me. Poetry may help, but not everything can be put into words like that.

by Brenna Colford
6 years ago

This girl who cuts finds it useful it takes the pain it builds it up

It takes the sadness and builds it up
It takes the anger and builds it up
It takes my happiness and puts it into the black hole they call depression.

The cuts make me they scare me they stay there, no matter how much you want them gone they stay after the first time there's no going back. When I felt that knife on my wrist it felt good when it cut my wrist it took the pain away until I found the pain that came after the blood keeps coming I couldn't stop it felt so good but so wrong.

Until the second time all it did was make me more depressed and now I've been cutting since I was 8 years old and I have so many cuts on my wrist I can't feel my wrist anymore when I cut it. I am now 13 and it was all because of the one bully that couldn't deal with her own problems.

And I still cut up to this day, because my tear's fall and I can't have happiness my body never came with it just sadness now I seek help with the IWK and they say I am suicidal, after they said that I went home and tried to drown myself and I almost died when I almost got hit by a car I thought why couldn't that car just hit me so I tried again. Also I woke up in an hospital but now I have a boyfriend and I just told him about my depression and he now doesn't talk to me and there goes my happiness again.

by Jade, Florida
7 years ago

This is a very touching poem. When I was in 5th grade I was bullied to the point where I started. After the first cut everything is OK. Then it becomes addicting. I have been doing self harm for only a year now, and I can't stop thinking about it. I'm trying to stop but that's impossible for me, because I am in way to deep.